Chapter 193: I've Come to Play with You

"Who dares to come to our club to cause trouble?" As soon as Chen Yu entered the door, a group of people surrounded him.

Chen Yu reached back and closed the club's main door, then pulled the lock, locking it with a *click*.

He walked to the very center of the club and said indifferently, "I am Chen Yu. Let Du Feng come out; I have some business with him today."

"Who do you think you are? Is our President Du someone you can see just because you want to?" A large man stepped forward and said angrily.

Chen Yu grabbed his arm and gave it a slight tug. With a *crack*, the large man screamed as his arm went limp and hung down.

"Attack..." The rest of the men were furious and swarmed toward Chen Yu one after another.

"The good show begins." Chen Yu sneered and suddenly charged into the crowd; just at this moment, the indoor lights went out.

Although it was daytime, the club was not open for business and the windows were not opened, so it appeared pitch black inside.

A series of screams erupted from the club's lobby. Five minutes later, the club lights came on, but the dozens of people in the lobby were now all lying on the ground, twisting in pain and struggling on the floor.

These guys were all Du Feng's accomplices, and Chen Yu did not show mercy; every one of them had broken arms or legs, lying on the ground screaming—if they weren't dead, they were crippled.

After dealing with this group, Chen Yu straightened his collar and walked toward the interior of the club.

Suddenly, a machete slashed over diagonally from one side. Chen Yu tilted his body, dodged the machete, and then struck out with a palm.

*Bang... * A large man was struck by Chen Yu, blood streaming from his mouth, and he retreated in defeat.

Chen Yu charged all the way up, pressed the elevator button, and took the elevator to the top floor.

After dealing with the few bodyguards in the top-floor office, Chen Yu pushed open the door to Du Feng's office.

In the office, Du Feng was holding a glass of red wine, appearing somewhat relaxed and content.

"Chen Yu, why did you come?" Seeing Chen Yu, Du Feng's expression changed slightly.

*Bang*, Chen Yu reached back and locked the door. He sneered and said, "What do you think? Why do you think I would come here?"

"Heh, you still dare to come here; you really have guts." Du Feng sneered, "Your Life is truly tenacious; I failed to kill you several times."

"So you admit that those incidents were your doing?" Chen Yu glanced at Du Feng.

"Do you have evidence?" Du Feng sneered, "Chen Yu, you are too arrogant, so in this world, I am not the only one who wants you dead."

"You dare to do it but don't dare to admit it?" Chen Yu laughed, "Du Feng, why are you such a coward?"

"You broke into my club and hurt my men; what do you want to do?" Du Feng raised his head and stared fixedly at Chen Yu.

"Nothing much, I just want to teach you a lesson, that's all." Chen Yu sneered. He suddenly stepped forward and swung a slap toward Du Feng.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly attacked from the side, carrying a trace of sharp killing intent within it; this was an Inner Family Expert.

Chen Yu suddenly turned sideways and returned a palm strike.

*Bang... * The two palms met. An old man retreated a few steps and looked at Chen Yu in surprise, "To be so young and yet have such palm power."

"A Martial Truth Realm expert?" Chen Yu glanced at the old man.

"Not bad, you have a discerning eye." The old man nodded slightly.

"Today is a personal grudge between Du Feng and me. It is best if others do not interfere; otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless." Chen Yu said indifferently.

"What a coincidence, Du Feng is someone my Senior Brother specifically named to be protected. If I cannot protect him, I fear I won't be able to answer to my Senior Brother." The old man stared at Chen Yu without any intention of backing down.

"And who is your Senior Brother?" Chen Yu glanced at him.

"Your strength is not bad, but I fear you are not yet qualified to know my Senior Brother's name." The old man sneered.

"Fine, since that's the case, I'll play with you." Chen Yu grinned.

"I fear you are not qualified to play with me." The old man raised his head, feeling very conceited.

"Senior Zhou, this brat is a bit strange; you must be careful." Du Feng struggled to stand up and said, feeling somewhat dazed.

"Heh, just based on him? He is not yet qualified to make me careful." The old man chuckled.

Suddenly, Chen Yu took a step forward, his figure flashing like a bolt of lightning as he charged toward the old man. His movement technique was as fast as lightning; the two were over ten meters apart, but in almost an instant, Chen Yu flashed right in front of him.

Then Chen Yu opened his five fingers and swung a heavy slap toward the old man's face.

The old man was taken aback; he had not expected Chen Yu to arrive so quickly. He hurriedly retreated, wanting to dodge Chen Yu's slap.

But Chen Yu seemed to have locked onto his figure; as he retreated, Chen Yu advanced, and this slap struck the old man's face with almost no obstruction.

*Slap... * With one slap, the conceited expression on the old man's face instantly froze as he was struck by Chen Yu's palm.

"You... are a True Martial Peak expert? How is this possible?" After taking the slap, the old man could not help but be shocked and angry; he looked at Chen Yu in disbelief.

"You don't think I am? Then let's do it again." Chen Yu sneered, took a step forward, and swung another slap toward the old man's face.

*Slap... * This slap was even more solid than the last. Chen Yu had given a warning this time, and the old man had prepared, but he still failed to dodge Chen Yu's palm.

"Fine, I apologize for my poor judgment." The arrogance and haughtiness on the old man's face had long since vanished without a trace. He spat out a mouthful of blood, "So you are a True Martial Peak expert; to have such Cultivation at such a young age."

"Enough nonsense, get lost." Chen Yu shouted in a deep voice.

"Brat, I admit I cannot beat you, but Du Feng is someone my Senior Brother specifically named to be protected. Do you dare to not even give my Senior Brother face?" The old man said angrily.

"Who is your Senior Brother? Is his face so important? That a single word from him makes me stop looking for trouble with Du Feng?" Chen Yu said coldly.

"My Senior Brother is a Southern Sect Martial Ancestor Realm expert, Mu Chengcang. His Cultivation reached the Extreme Martial Sect Realm ten years ago. As a Martial Ancestor grandmaster, he can command the Jianghu. Do you dare to disobey?" The old man was furious.

"So it's one of Mu Chengcang's people; no wonder you're so arrogant?" Chen Yu glanced at the old man unexpectedly and said, "Mu Chengcang is a long-established Martial Ancestor; could it be that he is so unable to distinguish right from wrong?"

"Du Feng commits all kinds of evil and has assassinated me several times. He is aiding the tyrant in his evil deeds; is he not afraid of being despised by the world?"

"My Senior Brother's actions are not for you to lecture on." The old man was extremely wild, "Now, immediately kneel and apologize to President Du, and break your own arm; otherwise, my Senior Brother will come personally to take your life."

Since he had brought up his Senior Brother's name, and since Chen Yu knew Mu Chengcang, the old man's face once again showed that wild expression—an expression that was truly asking for a beating.

"Me? Apologize to him? Break my own arm?" Chen Yu was furious, "Is this the conduct of a Martial Ancestor?"

"Does my Senior Brother's conduct need you to judge it?" The old man shouted.

"Fine, I really gave you too much face." Chen Yu laughed in anger. Suddenly, he clenched his right fist and struck toward the old man with one punch.